| And it’s so cold in the place you call home
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| And every word that you say
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| Has the tune of letting go
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| And every town through the streets, the same sound
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| I held my hopes, you heard your heart
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| But your heart said no
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| They won’t let you go
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| But sounds are fading
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| Up in the woods we’re fleeing
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| Our great surprise revealing
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| They won’t let you go
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| But lights are waiting
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| See how the sign emerges
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| Secret behind the surges
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| Your quiet tone, on the shore of Faro
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| Outside so warm, but the words
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| Have the tune of letting go
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| Who built up scenes to the play of your dreams
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| I held my hopes, you heard your heart
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| But your heart said no
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| They won’t let you go
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| But sounds are fading
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| Up in the woods we’re fleeing
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| Our great surprise revealing
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| They won’t let you go
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| But lights are waiting
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| See how the sign emerges
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| Secret behind the surges
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| Running, running, running, running, oh!
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| Closer, closer, closer
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| Running, running, running, running, oh!
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| Holding, holding
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| Hide your fear when they are near
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| Holding, holding
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| Through the night my dear
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| And it’s so cold
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| And it’s so cold
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| They won’t let you go
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| But sounds are fading
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| Up in the woods we’re fleeing
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| Our great surprise revealing
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| They won’t let you go
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| But lights are waiting
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| See how the sign emerges
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| Secret behind the surges |